There is still time br To kiss my old parents br And to realize br What lovely saints br In a dark world. br br I fear the demise br Of everyone I love, br Fear that I lost myself br More years ago br Than I can remember. br br Gradually, we touch people br Through prayers and kindness br And then trust by faith br We left a beautiful poem br In their hearts’ sacred place. br br When we’re lonely br Or bereft with grief, br God reads to us the poems br Enshrined within.